We've been working on a little bit of French with John Paul, mostly just because he's REALLY interested in "Wuds in Fwench!" His greatest successes have been body parts and numbers - he can already count to 20 on his own.
While walking up the stairs to take a bath, he started counting each step. "One... Two... Fwee..." Then he stopped, turned around and looked at us, and continued, "Un... Deux... Twah..." All the way up to twenty (skipping 16, Andrew reminds me), on his own!
Andrew considers this a failure. I think it's hilarious.